As I navigate the journey of aging, subtle signs are beginning to appear on my face. A recent revelation of this phenomenon came when individuals began expressing genuine concern for my emotional state. For instance, just yesterday, I engaged in the following exchanges:
Morning Conversations
Colleague (interrupting me as I daydream about my ultimate celebrity crush): Good morning.
Me (with a dreamy sigh): Morning.
Colleague: Are you alright?
Me: Yes, why? (Oh no, can she somehow sense my thoughts? Am I blushing? Am I breathing too rapidly?)
Colleague: You seem a bit tired.
Me: Oh, okay. Not really, maybe just a tad. (If “tired” translates to “lost in thoughts about the one celebrity my partner is okay with me fantasizing about,” then yes, I’m exhausted.)
Colleague (still skeptical): Just let me know if you need anything.
Break Room Delight
Later on…
Me (entering the break room): Hey everyone.
(I glance at my lunch: a delightful array of leftovers—delicious Chinese with savory pork bits and beef skewers. I can hardly contain my excitement.)
Colleague: Hi there.
Me: (grunts in delight, too engrossed in my food to respond verbally)
Colleague: Are you okay?
Me: Absolutely. This meal is incredible.
Colleague: Really? You look a bit downcast.
Me: What? No way. I’m ecstatic! I’m on the verge of a foodgasm.
Colleague: Foodgasm? Did you just invent that term? What are you eating? I want some!
Evening Reflections
Later that evening, I’m lounging on the couch, binge-watching my favorite show. My thoughts wander to various relationships. No, I still prefer men; I just need a partner who can manage the household chores and cook for me. Wait, I should be watching something else.
Partner (interrupting my musings): Hey, do we need to have a discussion?
Me: What? (Oh no, he knows! Wait, does he think I’m upset? What’s going on?)
Partner (raising an eyebrow): Is there something we should discuss?
Me: I don’t think so. Why? (I wish he would just hint at what he’s thinking.)
Partner: You look like you’re angry with me. Are you?
Me: No, not at all. (Seriously, why do you think that?)
Partner: It’s just your face. It looks a bit upset.
Me: My face?
Partner: Yes. You have that frown line showing.
Me: That’s impossible! I’ve been using that fancy facial brush I bought from a friend’s party. It’s supposed to eliminate deep wrinkles. Surely it’s working!
Partner: Well, it seems like there’s still a frown line there. And you’re squinting a bit. But hey, I still think you look great.
Moment of Reflection
This prompted a moment of reflection. What exactly does my face convey? How could my dreamy, ecstatic, and engrossed expressions all lead to misinterpretations of my mood? Suddenly, it dawned on me—I appear to have developed what is commonly referred to as Resting Bitch Face (RBF).
Yes, RBF—a seemingly involuntary scowl instead of a neutral expression. This realization means I might now resemble a disgruntled elder. However, could I potentially use this to my advantage? For starters, I plan to indulge in more daydreams about my celebrity crush (who happens to be Chris Hemsworth, for the record). Additionally, I might leverage this expression to assert some authority in parenting. “Hey kid, you think you can ignore my requests? Let me show you my RBF.” And lastly, I think I’ll reconsider that facial brush purchase; who needs it when my partner finds me attractive just the way I am?
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Conclusion
In summary, aging can bring about unexpected changes in our appearance and how others perceive us. The phenomenon of RBF can be used to one’s advantage in various situations, as it may inadvertently communicate emotions that are far from reality.